Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2018 00:24:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: John Pearce
Subject: Erotic Domination-3
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CHAPTER THREE
Part One
It was to be ten days until our next meeting, ten long days of having my
genitals tucked away out of my sight in their sheath. The days were not too
bad, indeed most of the time I was hardly aware of their enforced
captivity. The nights were a different matter. I discovered that I had
several nocturnal erections each night, half waking to feel my penis
monstrously swollen and demanding release, either sticking out in front of
me when on my side, or resting on my belly if on my back. But I resisted
and left it be, finding the only release was to keep still and direct my
mind away from the swollen sensations. I was already in thrall to him to
such an extent that it never occurred to cheat on him and take my own
release into my hand. That would be breaking my agreement with him, and
would make our whole situation a travesty.
And so I persevered, and after around a week I once again found that a deep
and true acceptance of his demands was the only way to any semblance of
tranquility, though the whole situation fed my desires and I became more
and more horny as the time went on. When I finally removed the sheath in
order to wash and shave myself the day we were to meet I was surprised by
how strange and removed from me it's contents already appeared to be. How
different they felt when I touched them for the first time in over a week,
how delightful it felt to handle them and how forcefully my penis sprang to
full erection as soon as I began to handle it.
He had set our meeting for an hour earlier than usual, so it was that at
two minutes to seven I was once again outside his front door. By then my
arousal was at such a pitch that I was almost trembling, the package
between my legs felt huge in it's captivity and I could hardly wait for him
to release me and bring me satisfaction after such a long wait.
When he opened the door he was already in his bathrobe which was unusual as
normally he would be fully dressed. He beckoned me in.
"Good boy, on time once again," he said. "Close the door behind you."
I obeyed as he turned away and headed for the lounge. I followed behind
him, and was only just inside the door when he turned and put up his hand.
"Stop there," he commanded. "Tonight we start straight away. Strip for me
now."
So I shed my clothes, dropping them in a pile beside me on the floor,
suddenly transformed into the naked submissive within a couple of minutes
of being outside his front door. When I raised my eyes he was holding the
hand restraints.
"Hands out"
I obeyed, obediently folding my hands into fists as he fitted the bags over
them and strapped them firmly in place.
"On your knees" came the next commend. I sank to my knees, the excitement
flaring as I expected him to unfasten his robe and present me with the cock
that had invaded my dreams over the past week. But I was to be disappointed
as he moved away a few paces and the robe remained firmly in place. Then he
spoke again, asking me if I had enjoyed my period of enforced celibacy. I
told him about the days and nights, how the days had been not so bad but
the nights had been a torment, but that I was beginning to gain a sense of
acceptance.
"That's a good sign," he said, then added rather ominously "There will be
plenty of time for you to get used to it. In the meantime, get down on all
fours."
I dropped down to rest my bunched up hands on the floor. He walked away
across the room, sat down on the sofa facing me but a good twelve feet
away. Only then did he finally undo his belt and let his robe fall open
revealing his penis already at half mast. I gazed at it longingly, feeling
my reward was finally imminent. He beckoned.
"Crawl to me, boy. But slowly, don't rush."
And so I crawled at what seemed a snail's pace across the floor towards
him, my eyes riveted to his penis. The sense of obeisance and submission
surrounded and enveloped me. I felt my balls sway between my legs as I
moved. Before I was halfway there I could feel my penis rock hard in it's
captivity and as I drew closer I began to salivate in anticipation. Once
more I was back in my true place in the order of things, and once again I
felt my reward for the past ten days of abstinence was now close at hand.
But once more I was to be disappointed. When I had got almost to touching
distance of his cock he held up his hand, palm facing me.
"Stop. Stay there, do not touch," and he leant back on the sofa regarding
me coolly as I hovered in anticipation. "Keep your eyes on my cock and
study it while I excite myself thinking about what I will be doing with you
this evening."
And so I was frustrated again, poised just inches away from my prize. As I
watched his penis twitched by itself and began to rise. His hand came down
to it and he began to stroke himself gently as I was held in a fever of
desire and anticipation. I could feel my own cock painfully hard now, as
far from release as it had been all week. His hand left his cock leaving it
standing almost fully erect, the mushroom head standing proud atop the
slender shaft. I was salivating so strongly I had to keep swallowing so as
not to dribble. He taunted me by making it bounce up and down in front of
my nose by clenching his muscles. Surely, surely, he'd let me take it in my
mouth soon, I couldn't bear this drawn out anticipation. But yet again
there was to be no release.
"Now back away from me," he waved his hands dismissively as I inched back
from him then stopped.
"More" he commanded, so I backed sorrowfully even further from his penis.
"That's it, " he said. "Now stretch out on the floor and turn over on your
back. Your head toward me and arms by your sides."
I did so, and looked up and back at him from below. The head of his penis
dipped to point down toward me, behind it hung his balls, above was the
swell of his belly and beyond that his eyes, those eyes staring coolly down
at me.
Then he moved forward and lowered himself down onto his knees, placing one
each side of my shoulders, the warmth of his thighs on either side. It was
like being immersed in a warm fleshy tent. The heat of his body surrounded
me and held me. His balls dangled just above my mouth, swaying slightly
from side to side. Then came the command from far above.
"Now lick my balls for me like a good boy should."
Obediently my tongue came out but it didn't reach far enough so I had to
raise my head from the floor and strain upwards. My tongue ran across the
underside, I felt the weight of them as I tried to lift them but they moved
round and slipped away from from my tongue every time I tried to reach
them.
"Good try, but let's make it a bit easier for you," he said and lowered
himself so that his ballsack just touched my lips as I rested my head back
on the ground. That was much better, now I could lick them much more
freely, and push my nose up between them to rock them gently from side to
side, then pull my head back so my tongue could lap all around the back and
sides. Now I could use my tongue to make them swing front to back and side
to side and round and round. Then he dropped down further so he was almost
sitting on my face. His balls dropped down to rest on my mouth so I felt
the full weight of them and my nose was buried up behind them just where
his perineum ended. His musky male smell invaded my nostrils and filled my
being. I was taking fast deep lungfuls to get more and more of his smell
into my being,. I wanted to be filled with it. I could suck at his balls
now, and lick them strongly. I tried to suck one into my mouth but wasn't
very successful, I was a bit scared of hurting it, but I did get enough of
a grip to be able to squeeze at it and move it around with my mouth. His
hands had moved to my chest where they took hold of my nipples and began to
squeeze and pull them around. I heard myself groaning with lust even as I
tried to suck more of him into my mouth. I had almost forgotten my desire
to suck his cock as I sunk myself into this new experience of him. After
all, this was the very source of his masculinity, this was where his seed
was produced and stored. The seed I desired so much, but had yet to be
allowed to take into myself and swallow.
But then he moved back even more so his balls now rested on my eyes and as
my tongue reached up it contacted the underneath of the head of his
penis. This proved frustrating as every time it touched him his penis would
twitch up and out of contact. I felt one of his hands leave my nipple and
he must have pressed down on his penis so that I could lick more constantly
at it, then suddenly the head popped fully into my mouth and I finally had
hold of it. My lips closed tightly around it as I began to lick and suck
dementedly at it with all my might, holding it and pulling it in so I could
work on it even harder. But then alas he pulled up and away and it popped
back out of my mouth leaving me gasping for air as I saw his genitals
retreating back up out of reach as he moved back to sit on the seat. I was
left gazing up again over the swell of his belly to see him looking down at
me.
"That was fantastic," he said. "But if I let you carry on you would have
made me come, and it's way to soon for that. Let's relax a bit now, just
lie there for a while and we'll both get our breath back!"
I laid there panting a little, flat out on the floor beneath him. My gaze
moved to his cock and balls hanging there above me and as I looked up at
them I felt a great wave, not of lust or passion, but just sheer gratitude
at the fact I was there looking at them mingled with great affection for
them just because they were there for me to touch and give pleasure to. It
was just one of the moments when you feel all is right with the
world. Meanwhile, lower down on my person I could feel a stickiness within
the top of the sheath that still covered me that spoke of rather large
quantities of precum being produced due to my contact with them, and that
made me regard them with even more affection.
But then he spoke again.
"That's enough of a breather, get back on all fours now"
I rolled over and got up, then retook my position between his legs, only
inches from his now right way up cock.
"Take my head in your mouth now. Don't do anything with it, just hold it
there."
And so I reclaimed his helmet, taking it back in my mouth, closing my lips
round the back of it to hold it firmly.
"Look at me."
I looked up past his body and once again his steady gaze bored into me,
stripping me of all artifice and just leaving me totally open to him with
no other thought than to please him.
He gazed back down at me for a long moment as I knelt there with his cock
in my mouth, the saliva flowing remorselessly so I knew in a moment I'd
need to swallow. He reached forward and ruffled my hair.
"Such a pretty sight" his voice flowed down to me. "On your knees between
my legs. I could keep you as my submissive for ever. Would you like that?"
I nodded vigorously. He smiled back down at me.
"Well, we'll have to see about that then, won't we."
I was so encouraged by that that I couldn't help but rub the tip of my
tongue against the underside of his cockhead, as if to encourage him in
this notion. Immediately his hand flew up as he pointed at my face.
"Stop that at once! I told you to keep your mouth still on me."
I froze immediately, shocked my his outburst.
"Disobey me again and I'll get the crop out. You don't want that, do you?"
I stared back up at him, my mouth still motionless then slowly nodded my
head yes, I would like that.
He returned my stare for a moment or two, then laughed aloud.
"Well, you're not going to get it, so there. Nice try though."
I smiled back as best I could with my lips wrapped around him.
"As you've started you might as well continue. Use your tongue a little now
and suck a little, just on the head. I only want you to arouse me a little,
not get me all hot and steamy."
And so I did my best to follow his instructions, holding the head captive
in my mouth with my lips sealed around the shaft just behind it and rubbing
my tongue gently against the underside from time to time. Then staying
still while I counted to twenty in my head before beginning to suck at it,
softly at first then more strongly as I moved my head back and forth a
little. Then another long pause, before beginning the cycle over
again. When I looked up again he was leaning back with his eyes closed. His
hand rested on my head, ruffling my hair from time to time with a lazy
motion. His penis had stiffened more to the extent that I had to open my
jaw wider to accommodate him. I felt entirely at peace on my knees before
him, happy to be there knowing I was pleasing him. Then he stirred, sat up
a little and began to speak again.
"Tonight we're going to take a small step in a new direction. I want to
widen your horizons a bit more. So far we've only acted as dominant and
submissive within these walls, but tonight I will be taking you out into
the wider world as my submissive for the first time. Nothing too scary,
we'll just be going out to have a leisurely meal, and then coming back here
to get down to finishing our business. It's just to dip your toe in the
water as it were." He paused briefly, then continued. "Is that ok with you?
Don't stop suckling, just nod your head if you agree."
I nodded. What else could I do? The prospect sounded exciting, and I sucked
just a little harder as I nodded my head.
"Good boy. Now, slide your lips a bit further up and down, take a bit more
of me in your mouth. Slowly though, don't rush it."
I moved slowly down his shaft feeling more and more of him fill my
mouth. Then acting by instinct I pushed the back of my tongue up towards
the roof of my mouth, trapping his helmet there while I raised my head
little by little back up his shaft using my tongue to make a kind of
artificial sphincter for it to pop back out of. Then relaxing again before
beginning over again. Licking gently at it, then sucking it in again,
pressing at it with my tongue as it came in this time so there was a
resistance for his head to push through and be squeezed by before slowly
retreating again. Over and over I repeated it, feeling his cock swell and
harden more in my mouth each time I did so, all done as if in slow motion,
until he took my head between his hands and pulled me back up and off him.
"I'm not sure what you were doing there," he said, "but it was very
seductive. However that's enough for now. I'll expect you to do that again
later though, it will be a good way to make me come."
As I sat back on my heels his words filled me with anticipation. Was that a
strong hint that tonight he planned to come in my mouth? I certainly hoped
so.
He wrapped his robe back around him and motioned me to back away a little.
"Hands behind your back, knees wide apart."
I obeyed. He took a short chain and clipped the wrist cuffs together.
"Remember when you knelt in that position that first night after I prepared
you and I said 'now you look like a proper submissive waiting to serve his
master?'"
"Yes, sir, I remember it vividly."
"Well, now you are well on the way to not only looking like one, but really
being one. So stay still here and wait for me."
With that he turned and left the room. I did remember that, when I first
stripped for him and the gloves and the buttplug, my hands fastened behind
my back and him leaving me alone in this very same position to ponder on my
own submissiveness. Looking back on it now, I remembered it as the defining
moment between my life before and after him, my life before I sucked his
cock and since.
When he came back he was fully dressed. He reached down behind me and
unhooked the chain from the cuffs.
"Hold out your hands." He unfastened the restraints and took them off. I
flexed my fingers gratefully, relieved to be able to move them again after
resting on my hands for what seemed hours, but was probably only thirty
minutes or so. Then he stepped away from me.
"Up you get now, we'll have a break. Get yourself together, I'll make us
some coffee," and off he went to the kitchen. I got up and flexed my arms
and legs, getting the blood flowing again.
I was just about to walk naked to the kitchen when he came back in carrying
a yellow t-shirt which he handed to me.
"You can get dressed again now, put this on. Don't tuck it in. You can put
your shirt on over it, but leave it unbuttoned."
I looked at him still holding the t-shirt, slightly puzzled by these
instructions.
"Do as I say, boy," he said sharply. "When you come out with me as my
submissive you will wear what I tell you to wear and you will eat what I
decide you will eat. These decisions are not yours to make. Do you
understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." I kicked myself
inwardly, it would have been obvious if I'd thought about it.
He left again, and I put on trousers and socks, then pulled the t-shirt
over my head. It was a size or two too big and long, it hung down well
below my hips. Not tucked in and my shirt over the top as instructed, plus
shoes and I made my way to the kitchen
He was just finishing making the coffee and handed me a cup as I walked
in. I took it to the table and sat down. He joined me.
"Thanks, I enjoyed that," he said and smiled. "I hope it hasn't left you
feeling too frustrated?"
"No, don't worry about that, I'm getting used to it. In one sense I'm
frustrated most all of the time, but in another sense I'm not frustrated at
all."
"How do you mean?"
"I'm finally getting the sexual release I've always craved, so how can I
possibly say I'm frustrated? I'm horny nearly all the time, yes, but I'm
also getting the release I need but never had before."
He smiled at me and nodded.
"Well put," he said. "And now I think is a good time for me to give you an
idea of the next step we'll be taking.
"Like most people I like to go out socially from time to time and naturally
gravitate to people with similar interests. Consequently I have two or
three good friends whose company I enjoy who also share my views on
dominance and submission. As we begin to go out and about together you will
eventually come into contact with them. As they are dominants and you are
my submissive I will expect you to recognise them as your superiors, show
them the same respect as you show me, and be prepared to obey and serve
them in the same way as you obey and serve me.
"If you have any doubts about this there are two things you should
remember. Firstly, as I said, these are men with the same views on
dominance as I have. We all regard our submissives as valued assets to be
enjoyed not denigrated and sadism does not feature at all in any of our
treatment of them. I do know other masters who incline towards sadism but I
would not let you within ten miles of them, you are far too important to me
for me to let them anywhere near you. Secondly, you should cast your mind
back to when we first met and remember the rush of apprehension and
adrenalin that you felt approaching those meetings. By now I hope you have
got to know and trust me so you can simply relax and enjoy the sensations I
arouse in you, but back then you were stepping into the unknown with all
the nervous excitement that that entailed. To experience a different master
will make it all new for you again and bring back all those exciting
emotions again in a way that I cannot do any more now I am well known and
familiar to you. It would please me to have you revisit that
experience. Besides that, masters always share their submissives with
others from time to time, it's the norm in our world.
"This is all obviously for the future, but it's necessary for you to
understand in advance what will be entailed if you wish to become fully
submissive to me, to truly belong to me. Of course as with everything else
you will have to accept this willingly for it to happen. It has to be your
decision."
With that he finished his coffee and put down his cup.
"Time to go, let's be off."
And so I gulped down the last of my coffee and followed him.
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Part Two - AT THE RESTAURANT
We set off in his car, driving down towards the town centre. I was lost in
thought, stunned by this revelation that he intended to share me with
friends, to loan me out as it were. Who were they? What would they want me
to do? Would he be there? Was I to be on my own with them? The thoughts
whirled round in my brain, so fast I couldn't stop and capture them. But I
was also aware that the prospect also stimulated me, gave a strong impulse
to my senses and started the adrenalin flowing. And since I had met him I
had increasingly associated the adrenalin rush with sexual experience. So I
was very much in two minds about it.
By then he was turning off into a multi storey car park. He drove up three
levels to where there were not so many cars, then across to park on the far
side by the corner of the far wall.
"Out you get," he said. "Stand facing the car and wait for me."
He walked round behind the car, it beeped at him as he locked it, and came
behind me. His arms came either side of me, lifting the t-shirt as his
hands slid to my front and pulled me back against him as they rubbed over
my chest and belly. His breath was warm by my ear. His touch was so
seductive, and the combination of that plus our semi public situation was
turning me on remorselessly. The cares about the future faded when faced
with the power of his presence and his touch. His voice came in my ear.
"Undo your trousers and pull down the zip." I hardly paused before doing as
he asked.
"Now take hold of them at each side by your waist and lower them. Make
yourself available to me."
Again I obeyed. I felt the cool air on my upper thighs, the adrenalin
beginning to surge now. We were behind the car in relation to the up and
down ramps, but even so this exposure was having a powerful agitating
affect on me.
One of his hands dropped down to cup under the sheath and lift my genitals
as his hand closed round them. Having not been touched there for ten days
even indirectly like this I felt my penis start to respond immediately. The
other hand came up under the t-shirt, through the neck rubbing my body all
the way up till it reached my chin which he lifted up a bit before his
fingers came up over my mouth and two of them slid into it in that way that
was so seductive to me. I suppose it was the simplest way to penetrate and
show his power over me, and every time he did it any resistance to him
slipped away.
"I should tell you the rules when we go out like this. On the way to the
restaurant you will not walk beside me, instead you will follow a few paces
behind. Imagine you are on a leash behind me. Once in the restaurant you
may speak freely and you need not call me sir, but you will follow my
instructions at all times just as you do when in my flat when you are
naked. Do you understand?"
"Yeth, thir" I said, my tongue handicapped by his fingers.
"Good boy." He continued to manipulate me with the one hand, and the
fingers in my mouth were sliding around over the surface of my tongue,
which licked back at them as if they were his penis. Then I tensed as the
sound of a car approaching rose over the background city noise and beams of
light grew at the top of the ramp we'd just come up. With a burst of noise
the car came into view. It turned towards us, it's headlights swinging
across and lighting up where we stood. I held my breath as it drew nearer
and brighter, feeling as if I was trapped in it's spotlight despite being
only head and shoulders above the car, beginning to feel panic rising. But
then the lights swivelled away again and disappeared as quickly as they had
appeared as the car vanished up the next ramp to the next level. The noise
died away and I breathed again.
He hadn't reacted to the appearance of the car, he just continued to work
my cock and my mouth throughout. My cock hadn't reacted to it either,
resolutely continuing to grow and stiffen until my erection was almost
painful in his grasp. Then as suddenly as he'd started he stopped and his
hands were gone.
"Good, that's got you in the right frame of mind. Time to go," he
said. "Pull your jeans up and make yourself presentable. Dress to the
left."
So I did. I had to push my erection to the side anyway to get my jeans
fitted back over it so I did as ordered. The jeans squeezed it tightly
against my thigh. I followed him across the concrete to the exit, seriously
handicapped by the erection as it strained in it's confines and lifted my
balls up and out under it. Going down stairs was the worst, my genitals
squeezed by the trousers at every step down forcing me to hobble. But as we
came out into the street the erection began to subside and it all became a
lot more bearable. I followed him dutifully up the street then round the
corner and along another street. I was feeling very spaced out,
disconnected from my surroundings almost as if I was on drugs. Following
this man down a street I didn't know to somewhere I didn't know, yet my
whole body was tingling with excitement. Although my cock's arousal had
eased back some, it still remained resolutely swollen and expectant.
The restaurant came into view about halfway down the street. Sir walked up
to the entrance then stopped. Puzzled, I stopped behind him. He turned and
looked over his shoulder.
"Come on, boy. Where's your manners? Open the door for me!"
His tone was sharp and impatient.
"Sorry, sir" I stuttered. The door opened inwards so I pushed it open,
stepping inside to hold it open for him.
"That's better." His tone was pleasant again as he came in past me. "Just
remember in future."
"Yes, sir," I mumbled as I flushed a little in embarrassment.
It was a typical old fashioned type restaurant,. It was full width at the
front, maybe eight or nine tables, each covered with a generous white
tablecloth with cutlery neatly set out on it, a folded serviette on each
place mat. Only a couple of tables were occupied, it was still relatively
early to be out dining Further back there was the bar/counter on the left
beyond which the restaurant narrowed and held fewer tables, maybe four or
five.
As I stood a few paces behind Sir taking this in, a black suited man
approached him, obviously the manager or head waiter, and I heard Sir give
his name and tell him that he had a reservation.
"Of course, sir, welcome. I reserved the table at the back as you
requested."
Sir thanked him and moved off toward the rear. I followed and as I came up
to the manager he gave me a little dip of his head and a smile.
"Good evening sir. Welcome. I hope you enjoy your meal."
"Thank you. I'm sure I will," I replied - after all Sir had said I could
speak - and then followed Sir towards the rear of the restaurant. Right at
the back there was a large swing door on the left - to the kitchens I
imagined - and on the right was a bench seat built into the wall so it
faced back toward the entrance. It was about five foot long and had wooden
ends like an old settle. A table sat in front of it with two chairs facing
in. It looked a cosy place to eat your meal.
He motioned me round the table to sit on the bench, and followed me round
to sit on my left so we both faced back up the length of the restaurant. He
gave me a smile.
"I like this seat," he said. "We can see what everyone else is getting up
to!"
He picked up the menu that was lying on the table and studied it for a few
moments before closing it and putting it back on the table. As I expected
he didn't consult me at all. He then began to chat, talking about general
things, making some comments on the other diners and generally drawing me
into conversation. I began to drift into feeling as I did when we were out
as friends, although underneath it all I never quite forgot that despite
the small talk we were here as dominant and submissive. I had a general
slightly uneasy feeling that there was some other yet to be revealed
purpose to this outing, but told myself it was probably just because it was
the first time we'd been out together in these roles.
Then he began to ask me if I had any thoughts about what he'd said earlier
concerning his friends.
"I'm a bit nervous about it, as I'm not sure if I would want to submit to
them, or even like them. It might be difficult to respond to them."
"That's because you're thinking about them as if they were just any
people. But they are not, they are dominants. Just think for a moment about
what it is that attracts you to me. It's not my physical person, it's my
manner and the way I treat you that turns you on. It's a bonus that we get
on in a friendly way, but it's in no way related to the sexual side. You
can't honestly disagree with that can you?"
I had to admit that was true. He went on:
"Because you are a submissive, it's that dominance you respond to rather
than your own ideas of attractiveness. It's not necessary for you to like
them in order for you to respond to them. You have to know you can trust
them, but I can assure you that you can trust them in the same way you've
learnt to trust me."
He asked if there was anything else, I had to admit that I thought it would
in some way being unfaithful to him, to be used by anyone else.
"Not at all," he said. "If anything it would demonstrate your faithfulness,
especially if you were unsure about it. After all, you'd be doing it on my
specific instructions. You would be following my wishes. It would also mean
that I would be showing you off because I was proud of you."
I had to admit to myself that he was right. And even if the prospect filled
me with apprehension, I think we both knew that I would surrender myself to
it simply because he told me to.
"Besides," he went on. "You're still too much a virgin, you need to
experience other other masters, other cocks."
"But I only want your cock," I blurted out.
"Yes, I understand that." he said sternly. "But our relationship is about
my wishes, not yours. You still have to learn that basic fact of this
life. Your pleasure comes as the result of following my will, not your
own. If my wish is for you to taste other cocks, then that is what you will
do. Don't forget that."
The conversation was interrupted at that point by the arrival of a
waiter. He was quite young, in his early twenties I reckoned and had a
diffident manner. He addressed Sir, but kept his eyes lowered respectfully.
"Please sir, may I take your order?"
Sir ordered two soups, a steak and a half bottle of red wine for himself,
then added "and my friend will have a light chicken salad with just water
to drink."
The waiter thanked him and left. Sir leant back toward me.
"Sorry about that, but we don't want you feeling full and heavy, or getting
tipsy!"
"No, I'm fine with that thanks" I replied. By this stage hunger was the
last thing on my mind.
"Part your legs for me" he said out of the blue. I obeyed and moved them
apart. I felt his hand move over my thigh and down to my crotch. His hand
found my enclosed genitals and began to knead them. I realised then why
he'd told me to dress on the left in the car park, as they were held
against my thigh on the side next to him so his hand could easily slip over
them and squeeze the whole bundle. I hardened quickly as his hand continued
to work it's magic and my cock came fully erect.
Above the table, where everything appeared normal, he turned toward me and
smiled.
"Let's have a bit of social chatter while we wait, shall we? So, tell me,
do you come here often?" And now his thumb had found my helmet and was
rubbing a circular motion around it gently through the material . I shook
my head. "No, I've not been here before," not quite understanding what he
meant.
"Would you like to come here often?" He stressed the word 'come' this time.
I didn't know what to say, as the change of meaning began to sink in. He
rubbed a little more insistently. I just looked at him in shock, flushing
visibly.
"Would you like me to make you come here right now?" Now the meaning was
obvious.
I squirmed as his thumb and forefinger squeezed and rolled my helmet more
insistently. The excitement rose, and I felt the rise of the remorseless
sensation that would bring me to an inevitable orgasm right here, at this
table. Could I conceal it from the people? I began to panic.
Then he gave me a big smile, and his hand slid away again.
"I'm just teasing you," he said. "I love that look, just like a deer in the
headlights. Don't close your legs, I want you to stay accessible."
The waiter came back across with the soup. He kept his eyes lowered and
didn't speak except to say "Your soup,sir" as he put them down and "Thank
you sir" as he left. He didn't acknowledge me, and Sir didn't speak to
him. Both of them were behaving a little oddly I thought, but Sir just took
up his spoon and began to eat. After a couple of sips, he looked across at
me.
"You may eat," he said with a smile, which startled me out of my reverie.
"Yes of course, thank you, sir." I added the sir out of habit.
Occasionally Sir would put down his spoon and sit back for a few moments as
his hand slid back down under the table to stroke and squeeze me back to
full erection. It didn't take much, but I can say it's definitely not easy
to drink soup elegantly while being distracted in that way! But I was
beginning to relax and enjoy the experience, not that different to when
we'd been out before as friends, just with genital fondling added. And I
wasn't at all averse to that.
When we'd both finished the waiter was back to collect the plates. Sir
leant back, his hands folded in his lap.
"That was tasty," he said, and then began to chat idly with me for a while
which reinforced the feeling of normality. That was soon shattered when he
abruptly changed the subject.
"I want you to make yourself more accessible to me while we eat. Move a
little closer to the table". I shuffled my way forwards a few inches.
"Good boy. Now undo your jeans and pull down the zip." I looked at him in
shock.
"Don't worry, you're hidden by the tablecloth. I'll make sure nobody sees,"
he said. So I did.
"Now slide back back in your seat to give me some room."
I hesitated for a few moments then obeyed again, and as I moved I felt my
trousers ride down round my hips and I felt cool air hit the space between
my thighs. My heart was pounding with a delicious mixture of arousal and
apprehension at this bold situation. My penis had no such apprehension and
was already beginning to rise again in it's sheath.
I felt very exposed, but when I looked down it all looked perfectly normal
which reassured me a bit. The long t-shirt covered me. "Good boy!" he
murmured in my ear again. "I just want to see how you respond to being a
little more exposed, a bit nearer the edge.
His hand came back again under the t-shirt onto the newly bare skin of my
thigh. The touch was electric. His hand rested on my thigh for a while,
gently squeezing and rubbing at my flesh. It was such a strange feeling,
sitting there in a public place among other people while just out of sight
he was exerting his command over my body. I had full faith in his
protection, and the combination of the sense of exposure and that trust in
him made it all incredibly exciting.
Then his hand moved further down over my inner thigh to take hold of my
genitals again as his fingers closed round my penis, now rock hard in it's
confines.
"Aha," he said with a hint of triumph. "My boy does find this exciting,
doesn't he. The penis never lies!"
"I can't help it, I get hard every time you touch me."
With that he smiled at me while his hand continued to roam over my inner
thigh before reaching down to lift the sheath under my balls and bounce
them up and down with his fingers. He didn't seem to have any concern as to
whether anyone could see his arm and wonder what he was doing. But then all
of a sudden his hand was gone.
"Pull down your t-shirt, cover yourself up" he muttered urgently in my
ear. I pulled it down, fortunately it was plenty long enough to cover the
bare bits. I looked up just in time to see the waiter approaching with our
meals.
"That's why I gave you that long t-shirt!" he said, laughing at my
bewilderment.
The other tables were beginning to fill up now, but only at the front. We
were still fairly secluded in our seat at the back, though the general hum
of conversation was a constant reminder to me of the presence of other
people.
The waiter poured Sir a glass of wine, and put a carafe of water and a
glass on my side of the table. This time his eyes flicked up and met my
gaze, only to drop away again almost instantly. He said 'Thank you, sir'
again to Sir and left.
"Tuck in then," Sir said, attacking his steak, while I sniffed it's aroma
and came to terms with my chicken salad.
We ate in silence for a while, until Sir was about half way through his
meal. He put down his knife and fork, and leant towards me.
"Stop eating, put your cutlery down."
I obeyed.
"Now I want you do do me a favour. Reach down there with your thumbs, take
the bag off and then hand it to me." He put his hand palm up in front of me
expectantly.
"What, now"" I squawked
"Yes of course now. Look around the room as you do it and you will see that
nobody's even aware of what's going on around them. Besides, it's not just
a polite request, it's a command. A polite command, certainly, but a
command all the same."
So I lowered my arms, reached down between my already splayed legs, pulled
the elastic aside and brought the bag up to my lap, all the while trying to
look casually around the room as he suggested. If anyone was paying
attention I certainly didn't see them. My balls dropped suddenly free, and
I was vividly aware of the air moving on the newly exposed skin of my
penis.
"The bag, please." His voice brought me back to myself. He held his hand
well above the table, in full view of the room. Reluctantly I brought my
hand up and put the bag on his palm. I felt like there was an invisible
spotlight on me as I did so.
"Well done, thank you." He folded his hand around it so it was now mostly
hidden.
"One more thing. Shuffle back more on your seat now." I shifted back a
bit. "More." I moved again. "Keep going until the waistband is under your
arse." Slowly, painfully, I inched myself back until I felt the thicker
material under me.
"Excellent! That's perfect," he said, stowing the bag away in his
pocket. Looking down I could see that bare skin was now visible at each
hip. He put his hand down between us and stroked the bare skin with the
back of his fingers. The touch made me shiver, and I was beginning to
realise that the semi public situation of all this, though embarrassing to
me, was also ratcheting up the eroticism relentlessly.
Then he turned his hand palm down, slid it in over my thigh and took my
cock in his hand to roll and pull at it. I gasped at the sudden intensity
of this new feeling. Having had my cock shut away out of touch for the past
ten days had starved it of sensation so the touch of his hand there
multiplied the shiver I had felt as he stroked my hip a hundredfold.
His thumb was now rubbing over the head of my penis as his fingers held it
in a tighter grip. I could feel the roughness of his thumb on the bare
skin, then suddenly the roughness turned to slickness as precum leaked out
and his thumb slid smoothly all over my helmet.
"And now you lubricate for me in such a public place. What a good boy you
are!"
Then, all of a sudden his hand was gone and he resumed his meal. I poured
myself a glass of water, then followed his example. My cock felt as if it
was on fire, and my balls felt huge and full to bursting, demanding
release.
But he didn't eat for long, once again he put his knife and fork down. He
sat back, his hand once again finding my cock to bring it back to full
erection in a matter of seconds. He lifted my cock bringing my balls up
with it, then slipped his hand under my balls, his finger and thumb
wrapping around to take hold at the root, stretching them slightly away
from me to exert his control over me in the most immediate way
possible. Then he spoke.
"You remember that I talked to you about my friends earlier?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I have to admit I was being a little economical with the truth at
the time. As it turns out, one of them will be dropping by shortly to chat
with me for a while. So remember what I said then. He is your superior so
you are to treat him with the same respect as you do me. Do not speak
unless you're spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir" I said automatically, all my complacency shattered by this
sudden announcement.
"Good boy. If you do all that you will make me proud of you."
Feeling a slight panic in my belly, I cast my eyes over the other
diners. By now most tables were full apart from the two nearest to us at
the back. Who could this be? There was no hint of any interest, there
wasn't anyone sitting alone at a table.
Sir returned to his meal, leaving me to pick up my own knife and fork and
try to tear my own mind back to feeding myself as I continued to peer
surreptitiously around the room wondering where this new person could be
hiding.
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Part Three: MASTER GORDON
The remainder of the meal passed in silence, and soon after we finished the
waiter came to take the plates away. He asked if we'd like dessert, but Sir
said no.
Soon after he'd left, Sir leant towards me.
"Now, remember what I told you earlier."
"Yes, sir". I instinctively sat up a little straighter and looked up to see
the manager approaching our table. He was slightly built, very dapper with
silver hair and a neatly trimmed moustache. He was older than Sir, in his
early sixties I would guess.
"May I join you for a moment?"
"By all means Gordon, sit yourself down."
To my surprise he didn't take a chair opposite, but came round on my side
of the table. There was some space to my right on the bench and he squeezed
himself in to sit next to me. It was a tight fit for the three of us on the
bench, and their bodies held my arms against my sides. I felt as if trapped
between the two of them. I was seized by a sudden apprehension at this
close contact with another man, only too aware of my bare cock only inches
away from him under the t-shirt.
This had to be him then, Sir's friend. The one that knew my secret. And as
I was only too painfully aware, the one that most likely knew that I was
fully exposed under the t-shirt. As if to confirm this, Gordon's hand
dropped casually on to my bare thigh and rested there. I had long since
lost my sense of personal space where Sir was concerned, but this intrusion
by another man rocked me and I had a strong feeling of being carried
forward into the unknown. Again. The adrenalin level rose.
"How's the meal then, Richard? To your taste I hope?" Gordon asked, looking
across me and using Sir's christian name. Sir said it was delightful as
usual etc, and then they began to chat casually to each other about this
and that.
It was very strange. Both their faces were only around six inches from
mine, yet they conversed contentedly about this and that for some minutes
while totally ignoring me, as if I was not even there. Sir had withdrawn
his hand from my penis, letting it rest on my other thigh. Both of the
hands would move from time to time, giving a squeeze or a stroke as well as
beginning to maintain some pressure to keep my legs wide apart.
Sir leant forward and turned towards me.
"Put your arm behind me and down on to the seat." I shuffled it round
behind him as secretively as I could, trying not to draw attention to
myself from the other diners, and dropped it to the seat behind him.
"Good boy. Now put your other arm behind Master Gordon." I looked at him
for a moment in shock at the request. So this was no longer just the two of
us. "Come now boy," he said gently. "This is part of your training. Do you
not trust me yet?"
I gave in and turned towards Gordon, who was leaning forward obligingly,
seeming entirely at ease with all this. I slid my right arm round behind
him. They were both turned slightly towards me giving us the appearance of
conversing but at the same time their bodies pinioned my arms against the
seat. Thus I was forced to lean back more, leaving me intensely aware that
the front of my body was now open and vulnerable. I had felt exposed
before, but this instantly took it to a whole new level as once again Sir
had put my hands out of my reach. The sense of exposure was heightened by
their hands which now held my legs apart. They were both turned towards me
as I sat pinned to the back of the seat. While from the outside it would
have seemed just that we were huddled together in conversation, in reality
I was now fully held open and exposed as if in bondage. I could have
resisted and tried to pull my legs together, the instinctive reaction to do
so passed through my mind, but the physical reality of the feel of their
hands, the calmness and assurance with which they both moved, spoke
directly to the submissive in me and any thought of resistance simply
melted away. They acted so I obeyed. It was my nature. And the more
decisive the action, the deeper became the surrender.
Then Gordon turned toward me.
"So young man, I trust you are enjoying your first visit to my
establishment?"
I was burning with a deep sense of embarrassment. Was he asking about the
meal, or was the question really about my enjoyment of Sir's hand on my
cock? In my confusion I couldn't think of anything to say. He looked back
across at Sir.
"Does he not have a tongue, then?"
Sir turned his attention to me.
"Answer the man boy." he said with the stern edge back in his voice.
"Yes sir, very much" was all I could manage, hanging my head, red faced and
confused as I was. I called him sir automatically. He nodded at my reply,
then turned his head and spoke across me again to Sir.
"And he calls me sir immediately. So you must be training him well. I
assume everything went as you expected?"
"Yes indeed, obedience arouses him even if it scares him a little
sometimes."
"Yes, I could see that just now with the arm thing. They often feel they
ought to resist but all too soon only obedience is possible. They soon get
over the initial embarrassment and their true nature takes over. Do you
remember Andrew? He fought so hard to resist, it took a long time to break
him. But this one seems much more compliant."
"Oh yes, he's very obliging."
"And the transfer of the sheath? I'm sorry, but I didn't spot that, I must
have been busy with a customer."
Sir reached into his pocket and brought his hand up to show him, the sheath
lying on his palm.
"Excellent, I'm very pleased for you. Did you meet any reluctance there?"
"No, a slight bit of resistance, but he took it off promptly enough."
I sat there thinking maybe I should feel humiliated by this treatment, that
they were discussing me as if I was Sir's new car or some other object he'd
just acquired, but in fact it just aroused me more. After all, I was some
other object he'd just acquired, was I not? I was his submissive. The
passive one that listened, not spoke. And he was showing me off to his
friend, just as he might with a new car.
"Have you beaten him yet?" That shocked me out of my daydream.
"Yes, once."
I heard Sir chuckle. "Oh, Gordon, ever the martinet. But yes, I have had
occasion to correct his behaviour."
"And did he respond?"
"Oh yes, very favourably as it happens."
"Good. Keep it up. You know you must be firm with them right at the start
so they understand it's not all a game."
This was all getting utterly incredible now, I thought. Not because of what
was being said, but because of the fact that I felt completely at home in
the midst of it all.
"Do you think he's kept an erection through all of this?" Gordon asked. "Or
will he have wilted by now?"
"Would you like to check for yourself?" Sir said. "His trousers are lowered
so he's very accessible."
"I'd be delighted," was the reply. His hand came over my thigh and under
the t-shirt as he found my cock and took it into his hand. His hand was
cool against my skin, and his grip was firm and assured as he took hold of
it to stroke my foreskin up and down.
"It's certainly a good size, and he's still nicely swollen." He looked up
and across at Sir. "Let's take a look at it, could you lift the t-shirt?."
"By all means," came the reply, and Sir pulled the hem back and up away
from my groin. I looked down and saw myself now openly displayed with this
stranger's hand holding and squeezing my penis as he rubbed it. His hand
was very different to Sir's, paler and more delicate, with long fingers.
Sir gave a chuckle, close to my ear.
"You'll find him very responsive I'm sure." Sir's voice and the warmth of
his breath on my ear coupled with Gordon's manipulations sent a direct
trigger to my penis. I felt the warm rush of blood stiffen it anew.
"He rises swiftly, doesn't he. He's hard again already" Gordon
exclaimed. "You've found a bit of a gem here, haven't you, Richard?" His
other hand came across and reached down to take hold of my balls and lift
them as if feeling their weight.
"And a good size pair of testicles too. That's always a bonus. You must
feel that all your Christmases have come at once!" He squeezed them a
little as he spoke, now taking a firmer grip and tugging them forward. I
trembled.
Then he turned and looked steadily at me, his face now close to mine.. I
looked back into his eyes, transfixed by his gaze.
"Eyes down boy!" he commanded sternly. "Look down, not in my face. Learn to
show respect for your superiors."
I dropped my eyes immediately, only to be met with the sight of my penis
now standing up stiff and hard as he pulled again at my balls. I swallowed
nervously, my throat feeling constricted.
"Do you enjoy having your master expose you for me like this?" His tone
demanded my answer.
"Yes, sir," I struggled to get the words out.
"It embarrasses you at the same time though, does it not?"
"Yes, sir."
"But the arousal is greater than the embarrassment is it not? The arousal
of being in the presence of your masters."
"Yes, sir, it is." I was blushing furiously by now.
"Well, that's good, very good indeed. After all, as a submissive you must
put your master's desires above your own. You are there to serve him
sexually, and your pleasure will come from submitting to him"
It was strange to hear someone else casually referring to Sir as my master
in such a matter of fact way. Hearing Gordon state it as a fact somehow
gave it more reality, helped me along to see it as an accomplished
fact. Sir had not yet formally identified himself as that to me directly
although he had at times referred to it with phrases like 'serving your
master'. But he had not yet said "I am your master" to me.
Still Gordon's hand continued it's exploration, now holding my shaft firmly
while rubbing slowly up and down as his thumb toyed with the head. I tried
looking directly ahead to try and break the spell of the sight, but my eyes
kept being drawn back down to where he openly toyed with my penis. I had
bit by bit been sliding slowly forward on the seat, unable to push myself
back up with my arms trapped. As result my back had curved, rolling my hips
back causing my penis to stand up more from my groin. I was completely
unnerved by this strange situation, having a complete stranger handle me in
this intimate way yet still being highly aroused by it. The tip of my penis
was now only just below the level of the top of the table and would be
plainly visible should anyone else approach within a few feet of the table.
Gordon looked back at Sir. "Would you like some coffee to finish?" The
banality of the question almost brought out a nervous giggle.
"Yes, that would be good," Sir said. Gordon raised his right arm and looked
out across the room, beckoning when he saw the waiter who came over to our
table. Gordon beckoned him around to the side bringing him into full view
of his hand on my penis, openly stroking my cock up and down. I had a
sudden grip of fear at this new exposure and glanced up at the waiter. He
stood expressionless, his eyes riveted to the sight of my cock being slowly
wanked.
Gordon looked up at him.
"Do you see that boy? A submissive with a proper cock. Much more impressive
than your poor little apology for one, isn't it?"
"Yes, master." He blushed a little.
"You'd like me to let you suck it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes please master."
"Well you can't. It's not for you tonight."
Then Gordon turned back to Sir
"Shall I order you one or two coffees?"
"Two please, I think that's the least my boy deserves!"
"Very generous," Gordon said, then turned back to the waiter, who's gaze
was still locked onto Gordon's hand on my penis.
"Two coffees for our guests then." The waiter hesitated a second.
"That's all now, boy, don't stand there dreaming about what you can't have!
Be off with you."
"Yes, master," and he scurried away.
All the while Gordon was manipulating the head of my penis, squeezing and
rubbing, and then the head of my cock became all slippery with precum as
once again I began to leak from my arousal.
"And now he leaks for me," he said to Sir. "Such delightful wantonness!"
He squeezed up along my shaft to the tip and captured a big dollop of my
precum up on his first two fingers. He held them in front of me.
"Open up," he said. I opened my mouth and he slid them in.
"Clean them for me." I closed my eyes to shut out the world as I sucked and
licked the fingers clean. They moved deeper into my mouth, exploring the
space and pressing down on my tongue, pulling my head to and fro as they
moved from side to side. The sensations overwhelmed me and I was lost in my
self imposed darkness. Then they were gone. I opened my eyes again. All was
as it was, nothing had changed, no one stared. Gordon wiped his fingers dry
on my t-shirt.
He spoke across me to Sir. "Ah well, duty calls, I must get back to work
now. This has been a very pleasant diversion Richard, thank you. I did
promise you I wouldn't make him come, after all. " He gave Sir a smile,
reached across and shook his hand. "Besides, I have many other guests to
attend to." He turned to me, his face close to mine. I dropped my eyes
immediately.
"Look at me now, boy."
I raised my eyes to meet his. His eyes bored into me in the same way Sir's
did. It made me feel helpless.
"You've been treated to a small glimpse into our world, the world where
dominants act and submissives obey. I trust you appreciate the
privilege. You certainly seem to have the correct mindset for obedience. In
the meantime, I hope you enjoy the rest of your meal and I look forward to
seeing more of you," he said pointedly. I recognised the implicit meaning
behind those last words and they sent a warm flush of submission to my
belly. I certainly felt inferior under his gaze.
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir," I mumbled.
With that he got up and left. I stayed as I was, leaning back against the
bench, my arm still stretched out to my side where he had sat, overcome by
this intense experience. Then Sir's voice cut into my thoughts.
"Sit up now, make your self presentable before someone notices."
I looked down. I had slid forward more while Gordon was toying with me, and
my cock was still standing fully erect as I leant back. In the heat of the
past few minutes I had totally forgotten about all the other diners, hadn't
even given them a thought, but now I sat upright again and scrabbled to
cover myself, pulling the t-shirt down over my penis again.
Sir reached over and took my glass of water, tipped the contents back into
the carafe and divided the remainder of his bottle of wine into the two
glasses. He handed my glass back to me just as I finished covering myself.
"There you are, Well done, I think you've earned it." He gave me a smile
and raised his glass to me.
"Thank you very much, sir."
As I spoke the waiter arrived with the two coffees.
"Master Gordon said to thank you for the entertainment, and say the meal is
on the house, sir." His eyes twitched toward mine and he gazed at me for a
second as he finished
"Well, my thanks to him, that's very generous of him," Sir said, then gave
him a smile as he gestured toward me with his hand. "Would you like another
glimpse of this one's cock now that your master's not here?"
"Oh yes please, sir, thank you," was the instant reply.
Sir turned to me.
"Lift your t-shirt and lean back again."
I obeyed. My legs were still spread and my penis stood still half erect
between them. Sir reached over and took hold of my shaft, stroking it
gently as it rose again until it was standing fully erect once more. It
didn't take long, as this sudden re-exposure kicked my lust into overdrive
again. As soon as it had risen fully he took his hand away leaving it to
stand upright once again under the waiter's gaze. I found Sir's exposing me
so readily in this casual way before this other stranger very erotic. It
was the sense of being put on view, being displayed. There was a long pause
before Sir spoke again.
"That's all for now. As your master said, it's not for you tonight. But you
do have my permission to dream about it if you want." He smiled, then
turned back to me. "Sit up now and cover yourself up again."
"Thank you sir," the waiter said. "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," Sir said. "Now be off with you."
After the waiter left, he turned back to me.
"You see, I'm as indulgent with other people's submissives as I am with
you." He gave me a big smile. "You must have made a good impression on
Gordon though. He doesn't often give free meals. But let's not talk now,
just drink your coffee and reflect on what's just happened and how it made
you feel."
So I sat there beside him, sipping my coffee and looking round this
perfectly normal looking restaurant. All these normal people busy eating in
a normal restaurant. They all seemed so far away, so undisturbed, so
boring. My head was still reeling from events, my cock could still feel
Gordon's hand closed around it. His self assurance and dominant manner was
overwhelming, and my response to him had been instant and complete. I now
knew for certain that Sir had been right to say it was the dominance that I
responded to.
But then Sir interrupted my reverie.
"Get your pants up now and put yourself in order, we'll be off soon."
I slid myself forward and tugged my waistband back up so I could button it
up again. Having no underwear is a distinct advantage in some situations.
He turned and looked me in the eyes. "You handled that very well, I'm very
proud of you. You do have a very real desire for all this, don't you?"
"Yes, sir, I do" I had to confess. I was blushing deeply as I spoke, my
cheeks burning.
"And did you feel humiliated by it?"
I paused for a moment. "Not really. A bit maybe, but I was embarrassed
rather than humiliated I think. I knew that accepting it would please you."
"Excellent. To feel humiliated you would have to feel devalued, and I don't
want you to feel that in any way. I want to lift you up rather than put you
down."
"Remember, the purpose of your training is for me to show you new ways of
taking pleasure in the sensations your body and mindset can provide you
with. I will do different things, put you in new situations, all to force
these pleasures out into the open for you to begin to learn to express them
freely and shamelessly. Some, like tonight, may be a little awkward and
embarrassing at first, but as we saw tonight, that does not dampen your
ardour for it one iota. And that fact alone means that you are already far
enough down this road that turning back is no longer a possibility. You are
already marked out for it, you might say."
Then he drank the last of his coffee and put down his cup.
"Drink up, it's time to go. And open the door for me this time without me
having to tell you!"
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Part Four: PLANTING HIS SEED
So I did as he said, and then followed him back to the car a couple of
paces behind as a good submissive should. When we got there I walked round
the car to get to the passenger door, expecting him to unlock it and get
in. Instead he followed me round and came up behind me. His arms came round
me, lifting the t-shirt and going underneath to rub over my stomach and
chest. I immediately leant back against him, feeling the arousal well up in
my groin again in response.
"So then, how was that for you? It certainly seemed to turn you on. Your
penis evidently enjoyed it!"
He spoke gently, his breath warm in my ear. It felt very seductive and a
wave of pleasure ran down my body to meet the rising tide below.
"Oh yes sir, it was very exciting... In an odd way it all seemed quite
natural and right and proper.... I liked the way it all happened..... I
didn't need to do anything but respond....... I was very turned on by it."
My responses were having longer and longer pauses between them as his hands
continued to roam freely over the front of my body and my brain began to
give up the struggle to think.
"And are you still turned on by it now?"
"Oh yes sir, very much so."
"Good boy. I'm very pleased with you. You did very well tonight. Now, drop
your trousers as you did earlier, expose yourself to me."
I scrabbled to undo the button and zip, took the waistband on either side
and lowered them.
"Spread your legs." I parted them as far as my trousers would allow. The
fresh air struck my bare penis and washed around my balls.
He slid his hands palm down over my stomach and on down to cup my inner
thighs, then brought his fingers back up under my balls, lifting my
genitals, and jiggling them up and down. By this time I was groaning
gently, and he'd not yet even touched my penis.
Then his hands suddenly turned the other way up and he was cupping my balls
in his fingers as his thumbs rubbed up and down either side of my shaft. It
was quite late and very quiet in the carpark. I could feel the warmth of
his breath in my ear as we stood there.
Then his hands moved again, the right closing around around the head of my
penis, the left moving up away from my balls to rest on my stomach,
pressing me back against him. I could feel the swell of his manhood between
my buttocks.
"Back in the restaurant, did you notice that Gordon referred to me as your
master?"
"Yes sir."
"Did that excite you? Is that how you are beginning to think of me?" This
was getting me even more turned on, and I had no resistance to give.
"Yes sir, it was very exciting. To be honest, I've thought of you as my
master for a long time now. Probably from the first time."
"Excellent. We'll talk more of this development later. But for now there
are more pressing matters to take care of. Tonight I will come in your
mouth. You deserve it as a reward for your behaviour this evening. Would
you like that?"
"Yes please, sir. I really want you to."
"Ask me properly then."
"Please sir, will you come in my mouth?"
"Good boy. And would you like me to make you come first?"
"Yes sir, please."
"How much would you like it?"
"Very much sir, please. Very much."
"Then ask me properly. Ask me to make you come."
"Please sir, please make me come."
"Very well, and then I will feed you."
With that his hand moved to my shaft and closed around it to stroke it
gently back and forth. I looked down in the dim light to see his hand
moving on me. But his other hand moved up under the t-shirt, over my chest
and up to close around my neck. Gently, not squeezing it, but using it to
pull my chin up, stretching me a little and making me feel powerless in
front of him, unable to look down at his hand as it pleasured me. His grip
tightened, and he began to pump my cock in that way that had such force it
sent me weak at the knees and made my orgasm rise inexorably. His words
kept on reverberating in my head. 'Tonight I will come in your mouth.' I
felt a great surge of anticipation. Finally, finally, he was going to plant
himself inside me.
It's no wonder then that in a matter of seconds it seemed my body writhed
and I heard myself groan deeply as I spurted out wildly far into the
dimness, then again, and again. His hand kept moving on my cock, relaxing
his grip and rubbing gently now, drawing out the last drops and dribbles as
I fell back against him, almost unable to stand. When it was all done he
released my cock and my neck moving his hands together at my waist, using
the t-shirt to wipe his hand on. Some of my sperm must have got on it, the
rest had vanished off onto the concrete floor.
He gave me a few moments to regain myself, his hands once again stroking my
front gently as I leant back on him, my knees still feeling a bit shaky
after the orgasm. Then he pushed me upright, and taking me by the shoulders
turned me round to face him. He held out the sheath that I'd given to him
in the restaurant.
"Cover yourself now," he said. "Put this back on." I took it and slipped it
back over my genitals, hiding them away out of sight again. He pressed down
on my shoulders so I sank to my knees before him.
"Undo my belt and unzip me, then put your hands behind your back. It's time
for your reward."
I did as he asked, fumbling a little as I did so, then grasped my hands
together behind me. He reached down and pulling his trousers and shirt
apart at his waist lifted his cock and balls out into the open. Then he
unlocked the car and opened the passenger door so that the interior light
came on, casting light on the scene before me, lighting it up for him as he
looked down on me. His cock was engorged, though not yet fully erect. He
wore no pants and his pubic hair was visible in the gap above his member.
"Now show me your appreciation for my guidance."
I bent down and forward towards his manhood, burying my nose in his pubic
hair as my mouth sought out his shaft to lick and suck at it. His masculine
smell filled my nostrils, I felt the warmth of his body, it felt like
coming home. He began to swell and stiffen, rising up to meet my lips so
they could trace a path down the shaft further each time, further and
further until finally they met the ridge of his helmet. I redoubled my
efforts, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin behind the ridge, urging
him to rise more until I was able to bend my head to the side and use my
tongue to lift him so that I could finally take the whole head into my
mouth, gripping it tightly with my lips as I sucked him in hard. My head
lifted as he hardened until his penis stood fully erect and I could begin
to enjoy bobbing my head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper each
time until he reached the entry to my throat. Still I pushed for more, even
to the point that I began to gag. Then retreating slowly all the way back
until I just had hold of the head, lathering all round it's underside as I
squeezed and pulled at it with my lips. And down again once more, filling
my mouth, repeating the cycle.
My knees were sore and my back had begun to hurt from the somewhat
strenuous position. My jaw ached too, but I ignored all that, I was so
wrapped up in what I was doing that I paid no attention. His cock was
getting harder and harder, seemingly hotter and hotter as I went back to
the head, sucking hard on it and pulling away until it came out of my mouth
with what seemed a loud popping sound. I hovered over it for a few seconds,
panting, my mouth agape, as it stood rock hard and glistening with my
saliva in the light from the car, before diving down to engulf it once
more.
His hands came either side of my head and his penis came back into my
mouth, now under his control not mine.
This was a sure sign that he was now seeking his orgasm rather than simply
enjoying my attentions. In all the times I had sucked him he had never come
to orgasm under my ministrations alone. I understood instinctively that
allowing me to bring him to orgasm would have been a betrayal of his role
as the dominant. It would be making me the active one and him the passive
recipient. So it was always necessary for him to take control at some point
to display his dominance, to hold my head and actively use my mouth as a
device for his pleasure. And he had to be above me, to tower over me
demonstrating our respective roles. To me it was the point which I desired
the most, when I became not just a submissive, but submission itself. The
knowledge that this man I respected so much was using me to reach his own
peak of pleasure flooded through me as all other thought and feeling fled
and I became nothing more than one vast pool of submission.
He chose when to draw back to have my lips and tongue on his cockhead, and
when to dive deeper and bury it toward my throat inviting me to try and
swallow him. He was in total charge, I simply accepted him and did what I
could with my tongue and lips to enhance his pleasure. I pressed my tongue
upwards as I had done earlier, creating a barrier that stroked his cockhead
each time he pressed through it. All too soon though his grip on my head
tightened and he tilted my head back between his hands.
"Look at me!" he commanded.
My eyes swept up over his belly to his face, his eyes burnt into mine,
holding my gaze. With the change in angle of my mouth his penis was now
hitting the roof of my mouth each time he pressed forward, my tongue still
pressing up to squeeze and lick the head as it moved.
"I'm going to plant my seed in you now," he said between clenched
teeth. "This is what will make you mine."
His voice was strained as if all his muscles were tensing up as his orgasm
built. He held my head even tighter, pulling it forward and back instead of
moving his hips, using me like a masturbation device. I loved it, it made
me feel even more passive, my muscles relaxed as the pleasure washed over
me.
One final time he pushed right to the back of my mouth and held there. He
gave a long drawn out sound between a grunt and a groan as the first jet of
seed flew into my throat making me swallow immediately. Then he drew back
and the next wave spilled into my mouth over my tongue, then another, so it
felt as if my mouth was being filled. I held it there, wanting to savour
the moment and the taste. Twice more his penis lifted in my mouth as more
came. And all the while his eyes held mine as a wave of total
submissiveness washed over me of a strength I had never felt before. I
could feel utter devotion being drawn out of me and up into him through his
unwavering gaze. Some of his seed rolled into the back of my mouth and I
had to swallow again, but his hands had begun to relax so I lowered my head
to keep the remainder in my mouth to taste it. Just as I can't properly
describe the taste of my own, to describe his is equally difficult. I can
only say that it had a stronger taste than mine, which seemed to be right
and proper, more pungent, slightly salty, maybe a bit meatier. But the
taste wasn't my main focus, the important thing was the fact that finally I
had been allowed to take him inside me. I moved his seed around with my
tongue, his cockhead still held in my mouth as his erection slowly drained
away, tasting it, feeling it mix with my saliva, welcoming it into me as it
slowly ran back and was swallowed in a series of small gulps. And all the
while his hands still held my head, hands that were now relaxed and gentle,
gone was the demanding and urgent grip of a few moments before.
And then he moved back, taking his penis back out of my mouth and releasing
my head. He turned and leant back against the car, panting a little. I felt
his seed burning at the back of my throat, it seemed it was lighting a fire
in me all the way down, through my stomach and on to my groin. He reached
out one hand and ruffled my hair as I knelt beside him.
"You're a very good boy, such a good boy." he murmured. I leant over and
rested my head against his thigh. I heard a car approach, the engine sound
get louder, then everything was lit up as it came up the ramp and turned
towards us on it's way up to the next floor. But this time I felt no panic,
I just continued to rest my head against him peacefully as the light grew
then diminished suddenly as the car turned up the ramp and the noise died
away. After all, all that was visible to them would be Sir's back as he
leant against the side of his car. I could rely on him to keep me safe. I
was learning fast.
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